We

We practise hate and bitterness,
Harsh words we spew in scorn;
Vile images we choose to harness,
With rife the streets are torn.
And weapons of destruction,
We choose to play with style;
A hunger for new inventions,
To make death worth the while.
And....... our religion speaks of love.

A stanza from the poem"We" in the book 'Realization'.